Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to know what Ronnie wants at this hour of the night.”
“Kip, it’s ten o’clock.”
“So?”
“That is not late, and she’s an hour behind us. Besides, what if it’s an emergency?”
I glance down at Teddy, speaking into the crown of her head. “Are you serious? Nothing is ever an emergency with my sister. She’s texting because she’s nosy.”
Her spidey senses were probably tingling, and she knows I just got laid so she’s texting to investigate.
On the opposite nightstand, Teddy’s phone pings. “It’s like she knows.”
Yeah, she knows all right.
“Send her a Snap of the teddy on the floor with my dirty underwear—that will get her to leave us alone.”
“Your sister?” Teddy cocks a brow. “She’d only screenshot it and use it against you later.”
True. “What she needs to do is mind her own business.”
“That’s funny, Veronica minding her own business.” Teddy laughs. “In her own way, she kind of played matchmaker.”
I’m quiet for a few seconds, considering that. “Holy shit. You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yes, and that made me throw up in my mouth a little.”
Teddy gives me a poke in the ribs. “Find out what she wants.”
I sigh, rolling toward the nightstand.
Ronnie: I told you so.
Me: That’s why you’re texting me at 10 PM? To say I told you so?
Ronnie: Yes.
Me: Explain
A few seconds later, a screenshot pops up—it’s part of the conversation we had weeks ago, on the weekend I brought Teddy back to my place. When I said we were only friends.
Me: She’s just a friend. Barely even a friend.
Ronnie: Mark my words, Kipling: this isn’t going to have the ending you think it will…
“God I hate it when she’s right. It’s so fucking annoying.”
Teddy is reading the text over my shoulder, and I can feel her smiling against my skin, her hand stroking my back. Lips kissing my shoulder.
“I love that,” comes her timid whisper. “And I love you.”
I set the phone back down, and, careful not to crush her, flip to my back. Find her lips and kiss her.
“I love you too, babe.” Then, “Can we not tell Ronnie she was right?”
“I think she already knows.”
Yeah, probably. But still.
“Did she send you anything else besides that red thing?”
Teddy demurs, tracing my right pec with the tip of her finger. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”